Hey guys! this is my latest project, and I mean it.

I dreamed something quite weird last night and this came out.

Please review! Should I make this a thing?

I do not own the Teen Titans or the song "Above the Water" by the wonderful band Art of Sleeping

~Morning creeps in and you swear that you loved me once
But your promises break and your words are empty and small~

Above the Water - Art of Sleeping

He paced along the sand, striding along the shore, lost in the mist of dawn. He didn't remember how long he had been walking, or how did he got here on the first place. Something was off, he could feel it. He looked down, but the fog was too thick to even distinguish his unstoppable pacing feet. The roar of the waves crashing was not able to hush the screech that erupted from within the sea. He wanted to stop, but he wasn't in control of his march, he glanced around trying to decipher where that sound came from, and suddenly, he heard a faint murmur ahead. "Robin…" a soft voice hummed. Robin? He hadn't been called that since who knows when. He did the only thing his body allowed him to: he kept on walking. "Nightwing…" the voice said this time; he could recognize the sorrow hiding behind that single word. The voice was familiar, and something inside his mind clicked. He finally was able to stop his legs. He tried to decipher where the voice was coming from, but his senses were numbed by the sound of the waves once more. He sighed and closed his eyes.

And then, the voice resurfaced.

"Richard, please Richard, help me."

The words tainted with ache and terror, begging for his aid. He interpreted the voice was coming from the water that washed at his feet, and he looked down, eyes wide, trying to penetrate the fog that lingered. It was then that he saw her, kneeling at his feet. A knot tied tightly around his throat as her singular eyes locked with his. Her eyes, full of desperation, her long hair in complete disarray swayed angrily as the nautical breeze blew, she was shivering and soaked from head to toe, her blue dress ruined. "Please…" He kneeled beside her and held her face in his hands, but only for an instant, because she faded into the foam...

"Raven!" Richard screamed as he woke up from the too vivid nightmare. He was covered in sweat and his body shivered uncontrollably.

"Master Dick, are you okay?" Alfred asked, concerned, as he saw the young man awakening abruptly from his slumber.

"No, I'm not. Something's wrong..." He ran a hand through his jet black hair nervously and stood up from the couch he had been sleeping on. "I need to find her."

"You should probably put your mask on Master…" the butler retorted as he handed the vigilante his black and white mask. "Should I tell Master Bruce about this?"

"Yeah, tell him I'll be back as soon as I find her."

And with that he left, walking onwards as he tried to tap on the bond that once tied him to her.

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XoXo- June Grayson